No wonder I can't read fiction anymore. The characters we inherit/invent to
live out are so much more interesting. Great story.
In a message dated 04/23/2000 12:22:11 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
<< Terrence writes;
minidisc is he way i like to go. I carry both recored (i have the casset
adaptor
kit for my suv system ) but I also carry blank dics and a mike with me.
My most recent recording was of a very small door closing in a cement room
at a
bacement suite i was decorating. The reverb of that door in this beneath the
front door cement porch closet was significant in more than sonic ways. I was
painting that little room it blood red. The adjoning room was also blood
red. The
other rooms were deep purple indigo blue and deep green. The tenant who was
to
occupy the suite was the adopted daughter of my client. She was abused and
tramatised in her youth to the estent that she was weelchair bound requiring
injections and special care. She had lived upstaires in a white room for 4
years.
She just turned 20 and wanted to live down stairs with her boyfriend in the
decor
of her choice. She has a nurse and personal care worker whome i spoke with at
length. Corolyn, her worker, had been caring for this young woman for the
past 2
years. Carolyn is a Transsexual bi lesbian. Oh ya. But is does not end there.
Carolyn worked in the easter block for the lottery handeling numbers worth
millions. She/he was escorted with laptop by 5 armed guards for the period
of 3
years. She/he was a valuble computer expert of a sort. She currently also
runs a
one hour weekly radio at a local radio station. To keep a story short the
mantral
like sound of that little door in the red cement room produced for me a
significance of that momentary intrusion into the prsonal lives and dramas
of a
couple of very interesting people. That sound that I recorded on the
minidisc is
a reminder by association of the occupants in that space.
terrence kosick
artnatural is all around you.
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